There is a bridge
connecting heaven and earth. It is called the Rainbow
Bridge, because of its many colors. Just this side of the Rainbow Bridge,
there is a land of meadows, hills and valleys with lush green grass.
Whenever a beloved pet
dies, that pet goes to the Rainbow Bridge. There is
always food and water and warm spring weather so all our special friends
can run and play together. All the animals who had become ill and old are
restored to health and vigor, those who are hurt or maimed are made
whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of
days and times gone by.
There is only one thing
missing. They are not with their special person who
loved them on earth and who had to be left behind.
They all run and play
together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops
playing and looks up. The nose twitches, the ears come up, the bright eyes
are intent, the body quivers. Then this one suddenly runs from the group,
flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
YOU have been spotted,
and when you and your special friend finally meet,
you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy
kisses rain upon your face; your hands caress the beloved head, and you
look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your
life,but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross the
RAINBOW BRIDGE together.....
never again to be separated.
I will be in a virtual stampede when I enter that waiting
area at the Rainbow Bridge. Many furbabies have allowed
me the pleasure of knowing them and I am a better person
for having experienced their light. They are memorialized below.
My first. We had many childhood adventures together and he
taught me much about unconditional love.
A constant companion, much smarter than he let on. He was
my roadtrip partner through college and beyond.
My first horse. He allowed me to experience the sheer joy
of freedom and taught me the values of partnership.
My little queen. She was a master of aloofness, but still
allowed time for a cuddle.
I learned much about life and love from this magnificent
My little "blue-merle coyote". Always loving, always ready
for a game. She is surely keeping the game alive in Heaven.
My little mouser. Always looking for trouble and he sure
kept the dogs in line.
My smiling boy, who could brighten the darkest day.
There's a gap in my soul that you took with you
in passing. 'Til the meadows, my friend.
Boo was given to me by a grooming client who felt that they
could no longer give him all the time and attention he deserved.
He was a natural clown and major attention hog. We said goodbye to
him in 2002.